The perfect spanking begins in the morning, perhaps over espresso, when my beloved says, "I think I'll spank you tonight." Or, maybe he says, "You are in sooo much trouble! Just wait until tonight!" or maybe, "Need a little play time tonight, Hmm?"

Or maybe he says, "I'm going to take you six ways to Sunday; you're going to be so sore you’ll barely be able to walk, and there's nothing you can do about it!"...

Either way, the tingly rush of anticipation begins; the one that actually starts in my bottom, then crawls up my spine to my scalp and makes me feel like the hairs on my head are standing up. I blush a little, wanting to ask for details. But he won't give me any – I know this from experience, so I won't ask.